BrandenBeatBoy - Stapleton lyrics

[Produced by Branden BeatBoy] [Verse 1] It's Earl, Mr. Early Bird, gets them girls with curvy curves Skate Mental, truck smack a f*ggot in his Shirley Temple Your rhymes rentals, give 'em back to they owners At the end of the bar, I spit with the permanence Learn I'm a curb stomping person Like third strike verdict dropping jaw dropping verses This bigger lips in person, n***a spits some burn so urn the sh** Furnish the flow until my pockets green, Kermit's dick The Miss Piggies with a string in they a** I control them like your eyes when I'm tinking a gla** So if you thinking about dissing stop thinking it fast Cause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is bra**, ho The Miss Piggies with a string in they a** I control them like your eyes when I'm tinking a gla** So if you thinking about dissing, stop thinking it fast Cause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is bra**, b**h [Hook] Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains Wait, where you going, what you doing tonight? Just want to know what you doing, come back Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains Where you going, what you doing tonight? Stop running, where you going, what you doing? [Verse 2] It's Earl, Mr. Lateshift, rapist in training Who edge about as straight as some clay closet gay dick Ray say hey Earl's a real charming racist Your birthday day, have some KK cake b**h Habit have it, grab it fast and attack it, f*ggot I'm above average like I'm rapping in the attic, yeah I'm crouched in the basement shouting "Couch" is the greatest hit Dirty as a an*s is, fans stand in rain for this They even stand in sleet season until they f**ing feet bleeding Hail and f**ing snow, in hell with f**ing coats Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt He make them bow down until they mothaf**ing necks hurt Fans proud to stand in sleet season until they f**ing feet bleeding Hail and f**ing snow, in hell with f**ing coats Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt He make them bow down 'til they mothaf**ing necks hurt [Hook] [Verse 3] Mr. Deerskin Moccasins is on the f**ing stalk again Following and stalking all them larchmont soccer chicks Chopping limbs, gnawing legs, through they f**in' stockings Him is grandfather sweatshirt, clockin' all them cardigans Product of popped rubbers and pops that did not love us So when I leave home keep my heart on the top cupboard So I will not stutter when I'm shoutin' f** you, son Wolf Gang 'bout it, we ain't waitin' 'til the moon come Woo son, the moonshine got feelin' loose As the puss of a who*e who's used to abuse My screws pretty loose mind f**ed like the hair-doos Of doo-doo mamas, dude I will bear j** you You unripe fruit dudes is crews to chew through My n***as wash 'em down with a fat carton of yoo-hoo Odd Future Wolf Gang k** Them All f** 'em all No lube, it's the crew to get use to, f*ggot